Jason Lockwood hadn't expected that to happen, either. An unnatural flush crept up his handsome face. He awkwardly pulled his hand away and ordered in a cold voice, "Get down!"
"..." Blushing, Jasmine Warren got down from his back.
Never having experienced anything like this, her eyes grew red-rimmed, and she felt so wronged she was on the verge of tears.
'That bastard... How dare he...'
The more she thought about it, the angrier and more wronged she felt. Finally, she threw all caution to the wind and plopped right down onto the floor.
And began to wail...
Jason Lockwood had still been feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but her next move left him completely baffled.
He turned to look at the woman sitting on the floor, a pitiful, sobbing mess. His handsome brows furrowed in displeasure. "What are you crying for?"
"Waaah... You bastard! You took advantage of me, and you have the nerve to act so righteous! Why don't you just drop dead!"
